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“Simon laughed heartily. “I’m afraid the rest of us have to find talents to get our women into bed. Of course once they’re there, I have other talents that keep them right where they are.” “Handcuffs hardly count,” Christian said offhandedly. “If you mean the ladies cuffing me to the bed so they can explore Hunt Island,” he said, rubbing his chest, “…then point taken. These hands are capable of making any female climax by the mere brush of a pinky across her bare breast.” “I must have gone to the wrong island,” I said with a private laugh.”

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Book:Impulse
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Impulse

This book delves into the complexities of human behavior, focusing on the moments when individuals are driven by powerful, often uncontrollable impulses. The narrative examines the consequences of these actions and the internal struggles that arise from the clash between desire and reason. more

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